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Lemme spill some tea—did ya know sexual-massage goes way back? Yeh, ancient peeps in Asia were all ‘bout it, callin’ it tantric or some fancy shmancy word. Little secret: they’d use feathers sometimes, not just hands—feathers! Can ya imagine? Ticklin’ yer way to ecstasy, oy vey! I tried it once, up in the Rockies, this guide buddy of mine—total hottie—offered, and I’m like, “Wha—me? Sure!” Felt like floatin’ on a cloud, hon, but I was *mad* when it ended too soon. Gimme more, ya cheapskate! *nasal huff*

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I be a relaxation specialist, so relaxin’ spots are me gold doubloons. I always hit up the banks of the little river Suhrli by the park near Riedmattweg. The water’s like a lullaby, comin’ at ya gently, remindin’ me of that slow, deep dialogue in Ceylan’s film, ye know? Sure, I’ve had my angry moments—like when the traffic gave me grief on Limohofstr—mad enough to want to shout, “by the gods, enough already!” But then, a funny breeze would tickle me face and—bam!—anger melted away like ice in a Caribbean rum punch.

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